Second Collection. Married Peäir’s Love-walk
Come let’s goo down the grove to-night; The moon is up, ’tis all so light As day, an’ win’ do blow enough To sheäke the leaves, but tiddèn rough. Come, Esther, teäke, vor wold time’s seäke, Your hooded cloke, that’s on the pin, An’ wrap up warm, an’ teäke my eärm, You’ll vind it better out than in. Come, Etty dear; come out o’ door, An’ teäke a sweetheart’s walk woonce mwore. How charmèn to our very souls, Wer woonce your evenèn maïden strolls, The while the zettèn zunlight dyed Wi’ red the beeches’ western zide, But back avore your vinger wore The weddèn ring that’s now so thin; An’ you did sheäre a mother’s ceäre, To watch an’ call ye eärly in. Come, Etty dear; come out o’ door, An’ teäke a sweetheart’s walk woonce mwore. An’ then ageän, when you could slight The clock a-strikèn leäte at night, The while the moon, wi’ risèn rim, Did light the beeches’ eastern lim’. When I’d a-bound your vinger round Wi’ thik goold ring that’s now so thin, An’ you had nwone but me alwone To teäke ye leäte or eärly in. Come, Etty dear; come out o’ door, An’ teäke a sweetheart’s walk woonce mwore. But often when the western zide O’ trees did glow at evenèn-tide, Or when the leäter moon did light The beeches’ eastern boughs at night, An’ in the grove, where vo’k did rove The crumpled leaves did vlee an’ spin, You couldèn sheäre the pleasure there: Your work or childern kept ye in. Come, Etty dear, come out o’ door, An’ teäke a sweetheart’s walk woonce mwore. But ceäres that zunk your oval chin Ageän your bosom’s lily skin, Vor all they meäde our life so black. Be now a-lost behind our back. Zoo never mwope, in midst of hope, To slight our blessèns would be sin. Ha! ha! well done, now this is fun; When you do like I’ll bring ye in. Here, Etty dear; here, out o’ door, We’ll teäke a sweetheart’s walk woonce mwore.
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